I entered the main house for the first time in a couple of days, took the Visqueen off one of the attic windows (there's no window on it) and emerged onto the roof of the upstairs sunroom, a flat tar roof that sports the only section of gutter on the entire house. (A section which is full of maple seedlings, of course.) From that, I could see the roof of the main house for the first time ever. It's a really nice roof; shouldn't give me problems for years. No gutter, of course.
Then I stepped down onto the roof of the blue room and back stairs, where I know there to be a significant leak. It's a tin roof! Now I really need a cat, for hot weather. The weird thing about that roof is - I can't tell where it's leaking. It looks fine from on top, i.e. there are no obvious holes, it appears properly connected to the brick wall, and so on. From the location of the leak, I had assumed that the problem was at the wall - but from the outside it's not at all apparent whether that's actually the case.
The view from the top of the sunroom is very leafy and green, since you're basically up in the sycamores along the street. I should build a deck there, or a third sunroom perhaps. Maybe I should put the greenhouse there. That would be ... architecturally diverse.
I reexamined the layout of the carriage house downstairs, considering where I want to put the washer and dryer and a workbench. (This last mostly because the twenty different Lowe's and Menard's and Kmart and Meijer bags with different tools and supplies I've strewn haphazardly around the carriage house apartment are losing their appeal.)
And that was it. Not really what I'd call a day's work, just piddling around.